"How did you get all these things? Isn't it supposed to be at the big girl's? I asked.

Zhuge Xuan said: "After the eldest girl died, grandpa and they took someone to search through her house. After the end, I found a lot of things, and I just secretly took these two things, and now my grandfather still doesn't know how to do it. As he spoke, Zhuge Xuan smiled playfully.

I couldn't wait to unravel the stipto. After looking at it for a while, my eyes were green, and I didn't recognize any of the words on it. Only then did I remember that the second uncle said that this bamboo slip was recorded with a small seal.

"How? I don't understand. Zhuge Xuan smiled at me.

I scratched my head a little embarrassed, "Well, then you should know that." ”

"Of course." Zhuge Xuan raised his head proudly, "But I'm tired now"

As soon as I heard this, this emotion was to make me beg her, I smiled slightly, "Xiaoxuan, you can help me take a look, I, an uneducated person, are counting on you." Eh, why don't I make you a pot of tea? The fat man has a good Tieguanyin here. ”

"What Xiaoxuan, I'm not very familiar with you," Zhuge Xuan turned his face and said.

I saw that there was no one else in the room, so I stepped forward and put my arms around her, and whispered, "This, if this is not familiar, then, then what are you going to do." ”

Zhuge Xuan's face immediately turned red, and he reached out to push me away, "It's not serious"

That's it, this woman. Obviously, she wanted to hang my appetite herself, and in the end she said that I was not serious. I smiled and nodded yes, and within a few minutes. Zhuge Xuan coaxed me into obedience, picked up the bamboo slip, and began to explain the text to me.

Zhuge Xuan said: "This bamboo slip is called "Nine Dreams Miscellaneous". Don't look at the text on it is not very much, but in fact it contains a lot of content, it is a draft of a notebook novel, and the literati in ancient times would write a book of such things before writing a novel, which can be regarded as a content outline. However, unlike the outline of ordinary ancient novels, there are some places on this bamboo slip that are very detailed. After reading it, my grandfather said that there was probably such a person at that time. He wrote this bamboo slip under a very tense and urgent situation. ”

"Nine Dream Miscellaneous" is actually written about a person's nine different dreams. The first of these is the story of the "Dream of the Seven Stars". The story in the dream has no meaning, it says that in a dream, the writer saw a man carrying a lantern at night painting stars with a piece of clay on a mud wall. The writer approached him to talk to him, and the man told him that he was an envoy from the ancient kingdom of Yelang and was now preparing to go back. The writer is very strange in his heart. I don't know what what he did had to do with going back. The envoy from the ancient kingdom of Yoro told the writer something about the ancient kingdom of Yoro. After finishing speaking, he began to continue painting, and said while painting: "The seven stars, three or four are the top, and among the one or five, three or three are the bottom, and they must be remembered." But no matter how much he wrote or painted, he couldn't draw what he wanted on the mud wall with mud blocks. But suddenly, the writer found that the envoy of the ancient kingdom of Yelang was missing. Then, his first dream was over.

This paragraph should be the one that the second uncle recognized back then. However, the second uncle was also half-filled at that time. Not as detailed as Zhuge Xuan told me. After listening to this first dream, it felt like listening to a monster novel, and the aftertaste was very uncomfortable.

The story of the second dream on the bamboo slip can be called "Sea Clan Giant". Still in a dream, the writer was floating on the sea and saw four blue-skinned giants standing on the sea, they were pulling something, but they didn't pull it out for a long time. So the writer went up to help, but it was useless. At this moment, the eldest of the four Sea Clan giants spat out two things from his mouth, and the writer looked at it and found that it was a pair of metal gloves. The gloves were too small for the giant to wear, but they fit the writer perfectly. And after putting on the gloves, the writer found that his strength increased suddenly, and he alone pulled out the thing that had sunk in the sea. But before the writer could see what it was, he woke up again.

In the second story, the one that caught my attention the most was undoubtedly "The Gloves".

"Metal gloves" I secretly wondered, could it be that there was also an implication in Yuan Wuyang's glove. But the book talks about a couple

When I was thinking about it, Zhuge Xuan began to tell me the third dream. This dream can be called "Gu worm". In the dream, the writer's house suddenly got into a lot of blood-red bugs, and those bugs ate everything in his house, whether it was food, tables and chairs, and the blood-red bugs walked by, leaving nothing behind. The writer was frightened and hurried out of the house. But when he looked up, he saw that the outside of his house had turned into a dense forest. Still, the writer thought the bugs were more terrible, so he ran into the woods. Not long after, the writer saw a fire in front of the forest. In a clearing, a group of people were dancing around a campfire. Their movements were stiff and strange, and the writer looked behind them, only to see that the back of the clearing was full of coffins, and at the same time, more blood-red worms crawled out of the coffins. At this time, the writer was frightened to wake up, and the third dream was over.

I thought to myself, what the hell is this, but the most incomprehensible thing for me is that it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the previous two things. But come to think of it, this is the manuscript of a novel after all, and maybe the writer just wants to write some strange stories. But in terms of the reaction of Daddy and the eldest girl, things should not be so simple.

Anyway, I don't think too much about it, and I'll think about it when I've heard everything above.

The fourth dream I called "tug-of-war", and when I first listened to it, I thought it was probably the most boring and nonsense of the writer's nine dreams. It's about the writer who dreamed of pulling a rope with a person to compete in strength, and the two of you came and went, and they didn't tell the winner for a long time.

But at the end of the day, the man who was trying to tug of war with the writer suddenly let go, and the writer pulled the rope over. At this time, the writer realized that the rope he pulled was actually the intestines of the person opposite, and after pulling all the ropes over. The writer even found that at the other end of the intestines, there was a shadow of that person. The writer pulled the other party's shadow over. The man was very angry. I'm going to kill the writer, and then the writer wakes up in terror.

"Shadows?" I didn't expect this story to be related to the shadow at its worst. Indifferently, I felt that the things in this "Nine Dreams Miscellaneous" were simply knocking on our situation.

Just then, the fat man came back from outside. Seeing that Zhuge Xuan was also there, the fat man couldn't help but look at the door that was closed just now. "Yo, emotional fat man, I've ruined your good deeds. Uh, go ahead, I'll just take a look. ”

"you." I glared at the fat man, "Don't talk nonsense. There's something to do. And then. I showed the fat man what Zhuge Xuan brought, and told the fat man what Zhuge Xuan had just told again. The fat man's eyes were a little thoughtful, and he didn't say anything, he just dragged the video player and didn't let it go, which meant to open it and take a look. However, the fat man held back, lit a cigarette, and let Zhuge Xuan continue to speak.

The fifth dream, "Soul Return".

It's a complete ghost story. It is said that the writer dreamed that he was dead. And it was not black and white impermanence that took away his soul, but an old man. The old man led him all the way through the soil beneath the ground. The writer suddenly saw it. In front of the two of them was something that was also fluttering in the soil. It was a door, but no matter how much the writer chased it, the distance between him and the door did not shorten. The old man laughed, then took out a bamboo flute and blew it, and in a short time the door that had been going forward suddenly rushed towards the writer, and the writer was stunned for a moment, and the door filled him in. Then the writer found himself lying in a coffin, and the most terrible thing was that there was a dead man lying next to it, a woman with a pale face, and a baby in her arms

I didn't wait for Zhuge Xuan to finish speaking, and immediately stood up from the chair. "This"

Both the fat man and Zhuge Xuan were taken aback by my reaction. "I'll go, what kind of plane are you doing, I'm shocked, it's hurting Lao Tzu" The fat man almost swallowed the cigarette in his mouth.

"Impossible." I said to myself, "Why do you also write about the women holding the baby in this bamboo slip?" How is this possible? ”

"Yuan Jie, why do you say that? Have you ever seen a woman with a baby in her arms? "Zhuge Xuan's question is actually wrong.

The fat man immediately said, "Nonsense, how many men in the world hold their children." What's wrong with you, isn't it just that the book says that there is a woman with a child in her arms, you walk down the street and stand for ten minutes, so that you can see several. ”

"It's not what you think," I said, frowning, the woman I had seen in white and holding a child in her arms when I had left my hometown.

"What?" The fat man immediately shouted, "You saw such a person there?" I'll go, why didn't you say it before? ”

"There were so many things that happened during that time, and I still have the heart to think about that." I shook my head and said, "If it weren't for this bamboo slip today, I probably wouldn't have been able to remember it." ”

Implicitly implicating in my heart, this special mother is definitely implicitly alluding to some of our encounters. This bamboo slip is a dream, what does it want to say?

After smoking half a cigarette and calming down a little, I said to Zhuge Xuan, "Don't worry about it for now, you go on." ”

Zhuge Xuan looked at me with a little worry, and then continued to follow the bamboo slip.

The sixth dream, "Voice".

The writer was half-asleep and half-awake when he heard someone calling him. But he couldn't wake up. After a while, he heard someone push open the door, walk in from the outside, and slowly make their way to his bedside.

Zhuge Xuan paused when she said this, I thought she would take a closer look at the text on it, after all, it was a small seal, and it couldn't be as familiar as simplified characters. But after a long time, I didn't hear her continue. So the fat man and I both turned our heads.

"Why don't you continue?" I asked.

Zhuge Xuan looked at us with a strange face, and then he spread out the bamboo slips on the table. He pointed to one of the words, "Look, that's what I just read here." ”

The fat man has some research on Xiao Zhen, but it is obviously not as thorough as Zhuge Xuan. "Very, very much, that's what the man said in his ear. Don't hang your appetite, fat man, I admit that my skills are not as good as people, right? ”

Zhuge Xuan said: "You're right, here. The man said something in the writer's ear, but strangely, although it was written in a small seal, but here it was not in classical Chinese, but in colloquial language. ”

"What's so strange about that. The ancients didn't speak all in words, maybe the person who wrote the book just couldn't get used to himself. The fat man said.

Zhuge Xuan shook his head. "No, the ancients wouldn't have used such a colloquial language."

"And what the hell is he talking about?" I asked eagerly.

Zhuge Xuan said: "The man walked to the writer's bed and whispered to him: 'It will be over soon. ’”

Hear this. I couldn't help but shudder, and the fat man also said with a surprised face: "Isn't it, that person is a little brother?" ”

Zhuge Xuan was a little confused by us, so I told her. When I went to the Phantom Snow Forbidden City. This phrase is simply the mantra of Peanuts.

I remember that at that time, Peanut's whole person was weird and weird, and later we realized that he was going to drive himself to death, and he was going to die in the Forbidden City of Phantom Snow. When the same sentence appears in a bamboo slip from the Han Dynasty, even if it is a pure coincidence, it is enough to surprise us.

"And then?" The fat man asked.

Zhuge continued, after the man finished speaking. Something lay down next to the writer's bed. By the time the writer opened his eyes, the person he had been talking to was gone. And next to the bed was a snake. Before the writer could be frightened, the snake snapped into his left hand and quickly burrowed through the wound.

Then, the book writer realized that all this was still a dream.

The fat man subconsciously looked at my left hand, and I also looked sideways indifferently. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, we stared at the bamboo slips in Zhuge Xuan's hand in horror, and I even had a feeling in my heart that I didn't dare to listen to it anymore.

There were three left, and I told myself, listen to it, listen to it, and think about it later. However, before I could think about it, the fear had spread to every corner of my body, and I couldn't help but shiver slightly.

The Seventh Dream, "The Stone and the Eye"

This time, the writer dreamed that he was carrying stones on a construction site. The stones were huge, very huge, and there were no tools. The writer, along with many other laborers, lay on the ground and let the stone weigh on him. They rolled hard so that the stones on them could move forward. Many people were crushed to death, and their brains and internal organs collapsed to the ground. No one paid attention to this, and everyone just rolled their bodies silently. Suddenly, the writer noticed that his eyes had fallen out of his sockets, but strangely enough, he could still see. He saw that his eyes were green, and there seemed to be something like an earthworm coiled in his pupils. Looking at this room with his own eyes, the writer saw another world, and in that world, there was something flying in the sky, round, as if it was a plate waking up from a dream.

The eighth dream, "Head".

The writer dreamed that a friend of his came to visit him. After the two met, the writer invited each other into the house. As soon as he entered the house, the writer suddenly saw his friend's head fall to the ground. He was startled, but then his friend picked his head off the ground, put it back on his neck, and went on talking to the writer as if nothing had happened.

In the evening, the writer was about to cook for a friend, and the friend said to help, so the two of them got busy in the kitchen together. The writer inadvertently turned around and saw that his friend's head was missing. I saw his friend standing next to the cauldron of boiling soup, standing there in a daze.

The writer walked over and saw his friend's head floating in the pot, and instead of soup, it was boiling something that was golden-red like lava

I couldn't tell if I was listening to a ghost story or something. After Zhuge Xuan stopped, I didn't react to the fat man for a while.

"Eh, why don't you continue?" I asked.

Zhuge Xuan looked at me, and then at the fat man.

"What's wrong?" The fat man also felt that Zhuge Xuan's eyes were a little strange at this time.

Zhuge Xuan did not answer, but continued to speak.

The ninth dream, "Conversation".

The writer felt that he often had such strange dreams and that something bad might happen, so he left home and asked his father for advice. After taking his seat, the writer asked his father, "I often have strange dreams, and I don't know what this is for." ”

His father looked at him and gave him a cup of tea, and after the writer drank it, he said, "You have a strange dream because I have poisoned the tea you usually drink, and this poison will surely die after drinking nine cups." You've had eight drinks before, and you've just drunk the ninth. ”

The writer was shocked and immediately asked, "What is it for?" ”

The father replied, "You are not my own flesh and blood, and now that I have found my child, I can only kill you." ”

The writer was so angry that he got up and strangled his father with both hands, and woke up in terror from a dream

After listening to this last dream, my hands began to tremble uncontrollably. These nine dreams seem to have been written specifically for me. It's too coincidental, and it can't be a coincidence at all.

Before, I always thought that this bamboo slip was valued by Daddy and the eldest girl because it recorded some things about Da Luo's feng shui, but now that I look at it, it doesn't seem to be like that. I even suspect that Zhuge Xuan is spoofing me, but it is impossible for Zhuge Xuan to do this.

"What the hell is this, these things will be recorded in this bamboo slip?" I feel like it alludes to what I've been through during this time. Neither the fat man nor Zhuge Xuan could answer my doubts, and at this moment, the door of the inner room was pushed open from the outside.

Peanut walked in calmly, not knowing when he was standing there.

After he entered the house, he walked directly towards Zhuge Xuan and reached out to take the bamboo slip.

"Don't think about it." Peanut didn't even ask us questions, but put the bamboo slip into his arms, and said: "There is nothing to be curious about the things recorded on it, and the bamboo slip itself is the most important." ”

"What do you mean, little brother?" The fat man asked.

Peanut's gaze fell on me, "What you want to see, what you are afraid of, this bamboo slip will pass through something, let you see those things." ”

Zhuge Xuan paused, "What you mean beyond your words is that the text on this bamboo slip can be changed?" (To be continued......)